Ever since I can remember, I have always been trying to grow up too fast.
This has done nothing but give me added stress.
I remember giving my word to my grandmother, promising her that no matter what happened, I would finish my schooling and graduate to make something of myself. After my grandmother died, that promise I made slowly faded away.
I was 15 and felt like I had nothing left in life. I was heartbroken.
I dropped out of high school a little bit after that, about the same time my parents got divorced. The court came along and did nothing but destroy my relationships between both my parents. I moved back and forth with my folks, house to house, but there was no way I could stay with both parents at the same time.
I couldn’t handle the pressure anymore, so I left them both and their (custody issues) behind me.
I went to stay with my oldest sister and her husband.
I got a full-time job at a construction/landscaping company and traded in a car for a new one. It felt so good jumping behind the wheel of my Firebird. I learned later that it is really hard to keep up with payments and insurance. I wanted to grow up so much!
After a couple of months passed, I was injured as a passenger in a company vehicle. After that, I was out of work.
I ended up back home with my mom.
It felt good to be home again. It didn’t take long for me to sort things out.
I am back in school and have a part-time job. It is a good start to being successful in life.
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